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I don't want to think about any of this. I know what the Aurors are saying. I know what the Order's saying. I don't want to think about What's To Come.
This makes me a cowardly wank.
I reckon I don't care.
So. By now you'll have noticed that Caradoc Dearborn is sleeping on our sofa.
Accordingly, he will not be there much longer. He said so himself over a bowl of Bran-Os this morning just after you left for work. And then he commented on the lack of sugary, marshmallowy cereal in our cupboards and I HAD TO AGREE. I am buying Centaur Crunch (the ones with the little hooves mixed in) and that is the final word. And you don't even have to eat any at all. I'll just be a man, suck it up, and eat the entire box in one sitting.
Er. Yeah. That's all I've got for right now.
Poll:
I need to buy new breakfast cereal. I need ideas. Input from others who are NOT Bran-Os eating Remus Boring Lupin is necessary and much appreciated.